Time

Time is fleeting Every moment Getting father Getting harder I can see that you're still shaking It's all my fault It's all my fault It's all my fault I am scared of running way too fast I'm tripping I am falling I am breaking I am crying I will cover my face in the Blood of the bugs Blood of the slugs Blood of the drugs Blood of the thugs Laughing, screaming, crying, dying I am looping Over over I am nothing Over something Cry out for my name I will not hear your cries Hear your screams Hear the flies Hear their schemes With the loss comes grief and I am Breaking down and Making sound and Feeling drowned and All around an Overwhelming sense of doom that I am Losing, failing Never sailing Constant wailing Always will